We Are Many
by Pablo Neruda
Of the many men whom I am, whom we are, I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing. They have departed for another city.
When everything seems to be set to show me off as a man of intelligence, the fool I keep concealed in my person takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.
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Friday, February 22, 2013
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